For the Low, Pt. 2 (feat. Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J) (Explicit)

歌詞

Juicy J: I'm getting high as f*ck to this Trippy ni**as Must be some real shit though Let's get it Here we go Verse 1: I looked in the mirror today I seen the realest ni**a I've ever met in my life (Laughs) Uh I'd smoke weed when they said I can't Got rich when they said I can't Got high and got on the plane And brought all my ni**as when they said I can't Went shopping places they said I can't Bought some sh*t that they said I can't Jumped on the road and did all them shows Cuz I was poppin' places they said I ain't Went hard in places they said I can't Promoters call and try to set up dates Bought the car with that yellow paint Go to parties now when they set up drinks And it's first class, so I'm private plane Nudie jeans with my getup man Rollin' papers and mary jane I made 11 mill and I'm still the same Chorus (x2): What's with all these ni**as and their feelings man All of this and I'm still the man Thought of this when I was just a fan But all this money wasn't in the plan Now it's all about them Benjamin's Ballin' hard and you in the stands All this money, I'm a business man Out of all these ni**s, I'm the realest man Verse 2: Out of all these ni**as They callin' me the realest Started underneath the flow Now my money through the ceiling Always staying on my grind Turned nothing to a million Used to just try to live Now a ni**a make a killing Gold Rolle on my arm 10 rings like a Don Cuban links in my chain Zigzag on my charm Champagne on ice Good weed in the jar Err'thing Hermes Chanel seats in the car When you on though them f*ck ni**as start hating Talking about what they gon' do but I'm waiting When you gettin' rich they doubt you But shout-out my gang and my brotha Will Cuz I couldn't do this without you For real Chorus (x2): Verse 3: 18 racks I paid the dough To send them goons straight to yo' door To show you ni**as what's real And let you meet that 44 Run your mouth you in the trunk Glock to your head nowhere to run Catch you ni**as when you by yourself We gon' hit you ni**as with a hundred drums Boat load with no bad b*tch Good drink, I'm famished Bank account outlandish Big real estate sitting on land b*tch Ni**as I heard try to test me I put the A-K where chest be Don't fight with hoes Don't fight with ni**as New security b*tch So don't test me Double cup full I be sippin' up My ni**as man real criminals When a ni**a find you they gon' hit you up With a _ _ chop it, then switch it up All these hoes be jockin' try'n to get with us You gon' swallow this nut no spittin' up Yo ni**as get murked, yo ni**as in jail My team get money stay full of drugs Chorus (x2):